The Arrangment Book Novels & Stories

The arrangement has gotten better and the bookshelf shined at last in the storage room. “You got this childhood anthology too?” Essi recognized the intricate details of the book cover and it was something thoroughly handmade. Although Essi already read the contents of that familiar book, she wanted to read it again. “Can I borrow it?” “Of course!” Oneil volunteers to get the book that is on the top shelf. The book is placed horizontally. Since the ladder is limited, Oneil cannot clearly see what else was underneath the book. He tried to carefully pull it out. But a brown envelope flew out from the shelf right in time of getting the special book.

Kayden declined, and I found myself smirking, while I still arranged books. I don't know if I wanted to arrange them for ages, I just know I keep placing the books over each other, taking the below to the top, then taking the top below. “Please, Kayden,” She begged, and I got irritated. “Pretty, please,” She begged, and I sighed trying to calm myself. “I know you're angry with me, but I want to make it up to you,” She uttered in a pleading tone, but Kayden didn't say anything.

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"

“You’ll enjoy it. Don’t worry, it is full of diagrams,” She blushes a deep scarlet. “Um, is it like the last book you lent me?” Taking another drink I shake my head. “Of course not. That book was practically for children. This one doesn’t just talk about basic positions, it also discusses more, enlightened arrangements and gives tips for delaying or enhancing…” “I don’t think I’ll need that then,” her eyes are quite wide as the crimson flush spreads from her cheeks to her perky little bosom. It’s adorable how easy she is to embarrass.

I just wanted something to read until he got back. The office was warm, sunlight spilling through the tall windows onto the heavy desk in the center. It smelled faintly of leather and cedar, Aaron’s scent, lingering even in the air. I drifted toward the shelves. The books were arranged in that way only he would bother with: grouped by topic, then by size. My fingers skimmed over spines—business strategy, political biographies, a surprising amount of poetry. I smiled faintly. I plucked a slim hardcover from the third shelf, but as I pulled it free, something shifted. A thick manila folder, wedged sideways behind the books, tipped forward and hit the floor. Papers spilled in a loose fan across

-—————————— Back in my room, I locked the door and checked the books again. They were still lined up side by side. Still wrong. I rearranged them the way I'd left them, largest on bottom, smallest on top, and waited. If someone came back again, I'd know.

"Is that what you really think this is? That you're some sort of prized possession?" She scoffs once more, nodding. "It's not hard to figure out, Blaze. It's right there in the fine print of this entire arrangement." "Where? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't add such a clause," he defends. "And I'd hope you wouldn't think so little of yourself, but... it's clear my hope is misplaced."

When Claire is being a slacker and leaving me to do all the work, one of my favorite things is rearranging her food in the refrigerator. This drives her absolutely bonkers. I take her Tupperware boxes and place one on the highest shelf in the back of the refrigerator and the other on the lowest shelf. In addition, I ensure the cap of her milk is on extremely securely so that she is aware that it has been consumed. This minor victory is one of the things that makes Kerry and me happy, and I just know that Claire is going to be absolutely over herself when she goes to collect her lunch.

He had an irritated expression, “I’m a busy man Miss Dubois. I have work to do. You’re on my time now. This is a business arrangement, nothing more. I’ll let you know when I can fit you in.” She nodded and bit her tongue. Well, thanks for making that crystal fucking clear, she mused. He’d just pencil her in for fucking when it was convenient to his schedule. Perhaps she should book an appointment with his secretary. She turned her back and left the room quietly as she was expected to do. Well so far, this was turning out to be a fucking fairy tale indeed.